I tell you, I’m a biker chick…so quit laughing!

My husband bought a Harley last year and we’ve done our best to put some mileage on it since.  Unfortunately, the weather has been a bit against us, first by being very cold until late spring and then it made up for it by being ridiculously hot all summer.  But we have enjoyed getting out when we can.  I ride on back.  The bikers have a term for that, which I will not elaborate, but it isn’t necessarily complimentary.  I have to tell you though, that riding on back does take some practice.  Our first ride in the spring was particular memorable…

We took a pit stop to get in some sustenance at IHOP. May I recommend their “IHOP for Me” menu? Their two egg breakfast with turkey bacon and fresh fruit is awesome, and totally on my plan. For folks like me that can’t really stand the kitchen, it is a great option for breakfast now and then. ANYWAY, after eating breakfast, we sauntered out into the parking lot, dressed in our Harley gear. I want you to know that I was impressive in my Harley t-shirt, sports jacket and half helmet. A total biker chick. Folks were impressed. At least until I decided to get on the bike…

You see, I’m a bit on the shorter side. At closer to 5 feet tall, I have to admit that the legs are not the longest. So in my defense, some things are easier than others and getting on a huge motorcycle just may not be one of those things. My husband hopped on first and then I placed one foot on the peg and swung my leg over… That is about the time that I lost my balance. The leg never quite made it over and I ended up toppling off the bike into a huge biker chick puddle on the asphalt. Right in front of a large group of people going into the restaurant and no telling how many watching us out the window. NICE. You know, I’m apparently here to entertain…

So, I leap off the asphalt and make like I totally meant to do that. Yep, this kind of stuff happens all the time… watcha lookin’ at? Nothing to see here… My husband looks at me like I’m crazy- which I probably am, so sue me, and asks if I’m okay. No problem here, let’s go!!

He’s been laughing ever since. Payback, buddy. Just remember that. You gotta sleep sometime….

I ended up cracking my ankle bone and it still bothers me a bit.  But I like to refer to it as a sports injury.  Folks have asked me how I hurt it and I tell them a motorcycle accident which gets appropriate ooohs and ahhs.  They don’t need to know that the kickstand was still down at the time.  Ha!

So this past weekend, we took the bike up to the North Georgia mountains.  And then hiked to the top of Fort Mountain.  The view from there are pretty darn awesome. 

You can tell from my red face that the hike was shall we say, a bit strenuous?  But well worth the effort.

And we got back in town without any additional sports injuries.  Unfortunately, I did get a slight sunburn.  Seems that traveling due north in the morning and due south in the afternoon, puts the sun on your right side both ways.  One arm is red, and so is exactly half of my face.  Nice.  One day soon, maybe I’ll get this biker chick thing down.  We’ll see.